Louie Bumps Into An Old Lady

Louie's still coming on to the new cab driver, huh? Yeah. I don't know how any woman can resist him, you know?

Score. Score.

Look, Janine, don't... don't listen to them. That's just a little of their crude garage humor.

Banta, I was driving cabs when you were in the third grade... Your first year in third grade.

I told her, 'If he gives you any trouble just rap him on the snout with a rolled-up newspaper.'

The way he treats women like objects, pieces of meat. I mean, doesn't he know that thinking went out two to three months ago?

That's because you don't have a great pair of legs. Yeah, but Louie don't know that.

Have you ever noticed... that when you put the pencil behind your ear it tends to slither out when you go around sharp curves?

Voila.

Well, what difference does it make as long as she's okay and nobody got pictures?

Oh, poor thing. Hasn't she suffered enough?

He's trying to make friends with her so she won't sue him for his eyeballs.

where 'safety first' is our only motto.

She'll be up and doddering about any time now.

We wouldn't want to have any accidents.

Well, thanks for picking up the conversation, Rieger.

Do you know how many jelly beans I can hold in my mouth at one time?

Well, I'll have to find out somewhere else.

And as you can see, we also hire those less fortunate than ourselves.

No. This is her nap time.

Yes. My lawyers are forcing me into suing you for a million dollars.

Everything, including the gas I used when I ran her over.

Louie's math: '$100 a week... a million bucks would take... two... 200 years'

Yeah, well... that sounds a lot longer than it really is.

I know that feeling.

If I can't beat your rap, I'll eat a bug.

Poor lady's got rough luck.

I knew it wasn't my fault!

Besides, with a nose like that you're better than a bloodhound.

That's what you consider sweet-talking, Louie?

'That's what you consider sweet-talking, Louie?'

Really? Did they get you on drugs? No. I was already on drugs.

Yeah. They got to be legal though, Bobby.

Come on, Edith, save it for the judge.

Well, there's a first time for everything.

What's what?

He jumped out of the cab.

The system works.

Our deal's off, Aardvark nose.

I smell blood.

Don't worry. She'll get out. She'll get out of the chair. She'll get out before she hits the stairs. Don't worry. Jump out, Edith. Jump out, Edith!

Rieger, what floor are we on? The 16th.

I have no further questions, Your Honor.

Yeah, I'll say. I never seen a judge try to hit anybody with his gavel before.